A More Perfect Design

Hatred for this world
To let them suffer
Let them burn
Just characters on the same TV
Cheap shit, fake fame
Dead kids, new gains
Bootlegs, slave-made
More dead, no graves
Hatred for this world
There are some sins
There are some wars
So inhuman that they damn
Generations
I'm putting blinders on, and I can't stand to see
The dissonance is turning sadness to fatigue
Vacation, workout tip, then child amputee
The end of feeling human
Don't let it make you go numb
Don't let it dull your compassion
Don't let them tell you you're wrong
Don't let them claim this is balance, no
Don't let them make you go numb
Don't let them dull your compassion
Don't let them tell you you're wrong
Don't let them claim this is balance, no
Don't let them make you go numb
Don't let them dull your compassion
Don't let them tell you you're wrong
Don't let them claim this is balance, no
Don't let them question your love